After receiving the news of the death of his deputy, the chief of justice, Boft, rushed to the scene.

"Protect the site!"

Boft said to his subordinates with a solemn face.

It's not just because it was his deputy who died.

All the more because the Lord Gerald had left for the time being, leaving the security of the entire harbor to him.

Suddenly, Boft felt pressured.

Because, the sheriff knows very well what he is up against.

The 'harassment' of the new federal agents!

Those spies definitely don't want their own adults to be able to bring back the widows and remnants of 'Yanbao' safely, they will inevitably wreak havoc and restrain their own adults' energy.

Even if the adults of their own family brought back the widow and remnants of 'Yanbao'.

Also to face the mess of the harbor.

Therefore, after Boft received Gerald's order again, he immediately made layers of deployment.

But what I didn't expect was that something happened.

The person who happened was still his deputy.

Boft's face was gloomy, and his eyes were scanning the study in front of him.

The usual furnishings, like the study in other harbors, have nothing to care about, except for ...... It's a washbasin-like container.

As the sheriff of the harbor, Boft has naturally come into contact with the 'Mystery Side'.

Even, he is proficient in several secret arts.

So, upon seeing the washbasin-like container, Boft immediately noticed a difference.

"Something like a contact!"

After Boft's examination, his brow furrowed.

First of all, such an object is absolutely not lethal.

Secondly, such an artifact should not have appeared in the study of his deputy, Gulat.

Who would be the person who owns such an artifact?

No one knows this better than Boft, the sheriff's chief.

He subconsciously thought of Little Lead's advice when he left.

'Keep an eye on Guulat and the people associated with him!' ’

If before, Boft still had doubts about the advice of Lord Gerald's personal valet, at this time, the sheriff will no longer have it.

Obviously, this was Lord Gerald's order.

Little Leader is nothing more than a mouthpiece.

Is Guulart connected to the agents of the New Federation?

The other party was left behind by his own adults who deliberately put a long line to catch big fish?

At this time, for the sake of the safety of the entire harbor, my own adults are no longer appeased?

The thoughts in my heart quickly turned around a few times.

On the surface, Boft gave the order quietly.

"Search!"

"Search this place thoroughly!"

"Yes!"

A squadron of Harbor Patrol troops sprang into action.

Maybe on the frontal battlefield, these harbor patrols aren't the best, but when it comes to manhunting and the like, they really can be called experts.

Soon, some notes were found hidden in the cracks in the floor.

These notes are not written in lingua franca, but rather numbers.

"Password!"

Boft glanced at it and knew what it was.

Then, his gaze looked at the bookshelf to the side.

If there is a password, there must be a codebook.

Only when they correspond to each other will the correct delivery content appear.

However, even Boft couldn't find the right codebook from an entire shelf in a short period of time.

"Take it all back!"

Boft ordered.

Then, just as the sheriff was about to leave.

Several subordinates hurriedly ran in from the outside.

"Report to your lordship, there was an accident on Walnut Street, and someone fell from a horse and died."

"Report to my lord, there was an accident at the Coconut Street restaurant, and someone choked to death while eating."

"Report to your lordship, there was an accident on Pineapple Street, someone was chased by a dog, fell and died."

"Report to the ...... of adults"

The reports made Boft frown.

"Send someone to protect the scene."

"Then investigate thoroughly."

Boft continued to order.

But in the heart of the chief of justice, there is already a bold guess: Will these dead people be related to Gulat? Could it be the remaining agents of the new Federation?

If that's the case......

Mistress Gerald must have a more secretive armament.

Is it a convoy?

No!

The convoy couldn't be so accurate and weird.

It should be the rumored old guard next to 'Lord Hans'!

When this speculation appeared in his heart, Boft couldn't help but think about it.

As a hereditary retainer of the harbor, he knew a few secrets about the Hans family.

Among them was the vanished Old Guard.

A force with more than 100 people, but the combat effectiveness is extremely strong, and it is also weird to the extreme.

The most glorious battle should be in the face of the counterattack of the old Federation, a team of more than 100 people, dragging the 20,000 full army of the old Federation, constantly harassing, attacking, beheading, and directly defeating the other party.

But in the last 10 years, it has disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be them?"

Boft guessed.

……

Breakfast at 111 Delen Street began.

However, compared to the usual excitement at the table.

At a huge dining table, Denise was alone.

Jason, Gerrard, Little Leader are not there.

Neither Peters nor Hume were.

Denise hugged his favorite meat and bones in the past, and always felt that there was no taste.

That's why it ate three servings.

Then, she saw that the kind, chubby cook aunt had just cleaned up the table for her, and when she walked into the kitchen, the next moment she changed out of her usual long skirt, put on her knight's uniform and leather armor, carried a huge mace, and hung four muskets on both sides of her waist, and walked out.

"Miss."

"I'm sorry."

"I won't be able to cook for you for a while to come."

"War is coming."

"I need to go to the front."

The aunt of the cook, who was carrying a mace, looked at Denise apologetically.

Denise was very popular with the servants at 111 Delenn Street.

Because, Denise in a cloth skirt is not only kind, simple, and big-hearted, but also has no shelf, except for the occasional loss of way and the unintentional destruction of furniture, she is simply the most perfect service object in the servant's heart.

"War?"

Denise was stunned.

It's familiar with the word and it's often seen in books.

But for the first time, it's the first time.

It looked around a little dazedly.

I saw that in normal times, the familiar attendants and maids all changed out of their usual waiter clothes and long skirts, they put on knights' uniforms and leather armor, stood in front of No. 111 Delun Street with weapons in hand, and began to prepare for departure.

"That's why Jason and Little Leader will go."

"Peters and Hume will follow."

"Did they also go to the front?"

Denise thought blankly.

Looking at Denise's stunned appearance, the chubby kitchen aunt felt distressed for a while.

She still likes to see Denise carefree.

"Don't worry, Miss Denise."

"Everything will pass."

"With us here, with Master Gerald, everything will be fine."

"However, it's just two full infantry regiments, one of which we can hammer them down, and two of them can do the same!"

The aunt patted her chest and signaled Denise to feel at ease.

Then, the aunt said goodbye to Denise.

"Miss Denise, wait until I'll get back."

"I'll cook for you."

After speaking, the aunt waved her hand and walked to the queue with her mace.

Denise watched the queue depart.

111 Delen Street was even emptier.

The rest of the people were all terrified and uneasy.

Accustomed to the excitement and fantasy, Denis doesn't like the atmosphere very much.

In particular, Jason was not around, which made Denise even more unaccustomed to it.

Couldn't help it, Denise muttered in a low voice-

"I don't like such wars!"

"Let's get it over quickly!"

"I want Jason back to me!"

"I still want to eat the meat and bones made by the fat aunt!"

Hurry up!

Let it end!

The wind carried such a sound away.

Blowing through the city of the harbor.

Blowing across the sea in the distance.

and it blew over the land.

And then......

"Do your will, my Majesty!"